through the mind [i never made it out whole]

listening to - nothing. i've giving jai a break. [jai is my ipod]

this is adrie's story, i know it's a little fuzzy but i still need to revise it.
and it's crucial that you tell me what you think.
otherwise i won't continue.

I sighed, leaning my head back against the solid brick wall. Why are things always like this? I just need somewhere to go. To get away. No, to run away from my problems. Just like my mum did.
I have to clear my head. I can smell the smoke, hear the cried of the innocent people trapped inside the building. This is all my fault. Then again, isn’t everything?
Groaning, I pushed myself from the crouched ball into a upright stance.
“Adrie! What the hell are you doing here?” Raan appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back against the brick wall. I’ve gotten pretty tired of brick walls. When I rebuild this city, I’m getting rid of all the bricks. I’ll just use some cool plastic thing. Maybe then I’ll be –
My thoughts were cut off by Raan’s hand coming to meet my face.
“Get out of here! They’ll know it was you!” He shouted, his face mere centemeters from mine.
“But Raan,” I said with so much patience that it looked out of place in this basement, what with the stories above shining like a beacon, warning people to stay away from the madwoman inside. “Technically, I don’t exsist here,” I continued.
“Exactly! They’ll blame it on the one person who had absolutly no reason for being here!” Damn. He had logic on his side.
That’s another one of my problems. I have absolutley no commen sense or ability to use logic. I just.. do. I’m impulsive. Maybe that’s what started my obsession with fire.. All it took was just one little match.


This really is the time to explain. What’s the point of writing this journal, documentary, diary, whatever you want to call it, if you don’t understand? There are books and movies like that, where you don’t get what’s happening to the end. But this isn’t a book. It’s not a movie either, though my life would be much simpler if it was. This is real.
And this, what you are reading right now, is my journey through my mind. I can’t decide if I ever made it out again.

she's insane...